Wolfr[ai]m ❒ 7

The Dense BLeU Night, 1969

Cinestill 800T

The late GN drive Dr. $ took along the coast and into the mountains was intoxicating. The DEN$EBORGHINI will be forever known as an absolute unit. Carving through the switch backs - tungsten ceramic breaks glowing red hot. If someone was lucky enough to be in the [redacted] Province of Denstantinople (rumored to be known as the Densistani Peoples) they would likely hear the scream of the 1,740hp orchestra in the hills.

Left foot -> KLutch in.

Right toe -> depress brake.

Right heal -> blip throttle.

Right hand -> firmly grab the cubic knob.

Then slam and blip from 5th to 2nd, from the 6/9th mile straight into the flip back. This whole sequence of events happens in roughly .420 seconds, or just enough time to make you feel alive.

As Dr. $ continued exploring the region and taking in the sights, he approached a 80.085 degree turn. He was about to get back into it and burry the pedal in the floor board but immediately slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a drifting halt.

Off in the distance, through a valley and atop rolling hills, was an absolutely thiccc Tungsten cube. It effortlessly balanced on its edge, radiating a deep blue that hugged his soul. This visual before him was not only a profound juxtaposition not of this world, but a powerful metaphor for the life he's lived.

Dr. $ leaned against the side of his car for quite some time - having thoughts about where he's come from and where he'll soon tjo. He stayed for about 74 minutes and soaked in the power of that Dense BLeU Night.